Awhile ago, I was waiting for my husband to get off work from the hospital, I found a familiar face. I’d walked up and asked, and realized, that it was a classmate from my high school years, Ying, Ying sat in the waiting areas, feeding her a little over one year old son, I thought she was there to have her doctor’s visit, and she’d told me, “My husband had a stroke a year ago, and he’s still hospitalized.”
After I’d heard, I asked her, “How did this happen, do you take care of him on your own?” She said, “I had at the very beginning, but my husband is overweight, and it was hard for me to manage, and so, I’d hired a foreign assistant, but each and every month, we’d get crushed by the medical bills. My in-laws told me, that that, is my husband, and I’m the one who chose to have my son, that I must shoulder up the responsibility, and they’d not offered to help me in any way; and, my own family never thought that our marriage was going to last in the first place, and so, I just have me I can rely on.”
I’d given her a big hug, and told her, “if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate! I believe, that you are strong, and you will get an alternative kind of bliss, even though, the process may be hard, but true love is when you’re in trouble, you don’t let go of one another. And this also reminded me of a story my husband told me: awhile ago, there was a pair of sixty, seventy year old couple who’d held hands and showed up at the hospital, and later on, I’d learned that the woman on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays had dialysis, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, she’s here for physical therapy. No matter the weather, the elderly man would always held on to her arms, and put a helmet on her head, rode the motorcycle, and showed up in the hospital like clockwork. The elderly woman told me, that sometimes, she’d wanted to slack off, to take a day off, and the elderly man would smile and say to her, “Let’s just treat it like a stroll”, and, at which time, he’d put on the helmet for her, the elderly woman continued, “I don’t know what I would’ve done without my husband, he’d always reminded me, that even though, we’re physically ill, we can’t also be mentally or emotionally ill too,’ it’d moved all who’d heard this. I’m sure you can get through this, plus, you still have a very cute son, there’s still a lot of hope for you in the future.”, she’d nodded.
I think, the one you hold hands with, it might be the flames of love, but, holding hands as you grow old together, that, is more envied upon.
And so, this, is the stories of how a different generations took care of their loved ones, the woman refused to give up on her husband, she’d taken good care of him, despite the fact, that his own family had abandoned him already, and the elderly couple had looked after one another for since when they were wed, and, that, would be an ever-lasting kind of love.